Handsome Trig (August 29, 2021)

Have you heard of the handsome trig? 

Personally, I had not.  In fact, if you had asked me such a question, I would wonder if you were talking about some type of math equation.  “Trigonometry?  I forgot all about that years ago!”  Or perhaps I would have thought that you were maybe being cute, referring to one of your grandchildren or maybe a nephew that you like.  “You’ve seen my handsome trig haven’t you?  He’s adorable!”  Maybe you have some kind of code, some type of slang for your family of which I am not familiar.  You see your grandson, pinch his cheeks and say “What a handsome trig you are!!!”

Handsome trig?

Nope.  Never heard of it.

The other day I saw one.  A handsome trig.  There it was right in front of me as I got out of my car, and it caused me to stop for a minute.  I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at, but I wanted to see it longer.  I wanted to pause for a moment to observe.  I wanted to take note of its characteristics.  Its size.  Its shape.  Its color.  If it made noise, I wanted to hear it.  As it moved, I wanted to watch it.  I wanted to know all about it because once it left, I knew what I was going to do next…Google it.  I had to know what this thing was all about.

Let me describe it for you.  Small.  Insect.  Brightly colored, red head and thorax (that’s the middle part of the insect…in between the head and the abdomen).  Black abdomen.  Green legs that looked like a cricket or a grasshopper’s legs.

What a weird thing (at least to me).  It seemed all mixed up, but there it was.  Red head.  Black body.  Green cricket legs.  Like a kid’s coloring book who didn’t want Jiminy to look too boring.  How could such a thing be?  Aren’t crickets usually brown or black or yellowish or maybe a bit green?  Red and black and green?  All on one cricket?  Never heard of them.  Hadn’t seen such a thing.

I looked it up, and there it was.  Google said it’s called a handsome trig.

As it turns out, handsome trigs aren’t that unusual.  They aren’t that uncommon.  I wasn’t familiar with them, but apparently they are a thing.  Handsome trigs.  Otherwise known as red-headed bush crickets.  Who knew?  (Ok.  Maybe you did.  Not me.)

Maybe you’re not that into insects (I’m not really either), and maybe you would think that the name of this one should be the “ugly trig,” but seeing it reminded me of an important practice that we should develop in our life…the practice of noticing. 

Sometimes in life there will be things that are presented to us, things that God wants to reveal to us or show us, but we have to become familiar and comfortable with noticing things. 

I have walked by the bush that held the handsome trig a ton of times without ever seeing a bug like that.  It is right beside where I park my car.  Typically I don’t see these bugs there.  The other day was different.  One was there.  Now granted, it could have been there before, but this time I saw it.  I noticed it.  My eyes became aware that there was something unusual present.  I was able to see this weird bug with a red head, a black body and green legs.

It is an important practice to develop.  We need to notice things.

Take, for instance, Moses.

Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the wilderness and came to Horeb, the mountain of God.  There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up.

~ Exodus 3:1-2

 

If you know the story of Moses and are familiar with the story of Israel’s deliverance, you know that life is about to change for Moses in a dramatic way.  The burning bush is the time that God speaks to Moses and begins to direct Moses into how he should lead God’s people to the Promised Land.  (If you aren’t familiar with this story, pull out your Bible and start in Exodus chapter 1.  It’s good stuff.)  

BEFORE life could change for Moses,

BEFORE God would speak to Moses from that bush,

BEFORE God would use Moses to lead the people out of Egypt and to the Promised Land,

BEFORE Moses was established as a central character in the history of Israel and in Christian faith,

BEFORE all of that happened, do you know what Moses did?

He noticed.

He noticed something out of the ordinary.

“There is a bush that is burning, but it isn’t burning.”
“There is a bush that burns, but it is not burnt up.”
“There is something remarkable.”
“There is something extraordinary.”
“There is something.”

Moses noticed.

“But Pastor Chris, I would notice if a bush was burning but was not being consumed.  I would notice if something was on fire but not being burnt up.”

I pray that is true, but let me ask you…are you noticing God in your life now?  Do you see God in your day-to-day life regularly?  Do you witness God’s handiwork?  Do you marvel at God’s creation?  Can you see the fingerprints of God in what is around you?  Have you noticed?

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”

~ Psalms 19:1

God has created.  God has made.  God has designed.  God has crafted.  God continues to do all of these things, and if we pay attention, if we notice, we can see that God’s creation points back to Him.  We can see that God’s handiwork points our attention back to God.  If we notice, we can see God through His work.

Noticing is important.  It is important that we notice.  It is a practice that I want for us to be in the habit of doing.  I want for us to be a people who notice.

Beyond noticing, do you know what else is important?

Action.

Change of course.  Change of behavior.  Maybe we need to stop what we are doing to observe, to listen, to examine, to see.

I could have glanced at the bug and thought, “huh that’s strange” and continued on my way.  By acting, by stopping, by observing, by examining, by seeing, I was able to experience more.  I was able to discover more.  I was able to have my world expanded further so that it now includes the handsome trig, the red-headed bush cricket.

I know.  That’s not really that big of a deal.  I could have functioned just fine without that particular knowledge, but what if this was a one-in-a-million, extremely rare, endangered insect?  What if catching this bug would have been the chance to restore some lost ecosystem?  What if there was more?  After we notice, action is often required.

Let’s return to Moses for our example.

So Moses thought, “I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”

~ Exodus 3:3

Moses noticed.  Then Moses acted.  Moses went over to see what was happening.  He went to see.  He asked, “What’s the deal, yo?”  Moses didn’t just continue on his way, he didn’t just keep on minding the flock and not worrying about the bush.  Instead he noticed and then he acted.  Maybe it was nothing.  Maybe it was just a red-headed bush cricket, but maybe it was more.

Turns out it was more.

So much more.

When the Lord saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, “Moses! Moses!”

~ Exodus 3:4

The rest, as they say, is history.  This experience at the bush began a conversation between Moses and God that set Moses down a path that forever changed the course of humankind.  

Why? 

Because Moses noticed and responded.

Don’t get me wrong.  God was the initiator of this entire endeavor.  God acted first.  God set the bush on fire without it being consumed, but then God waited.  God waited to see if Moses would notice.  God waited to see if Moses would respond.  Once Moses did those two things, God called him to a journey, a world, a purpose that Moses would have never seen or experienced.  

Can you imagine if Moses didn’t notice?

Can you imagine if Moses didn’t go over to see what was happening, if he didn’t respond?

We’d be telling the stories of some other dude, some other guy who God used to accomplish the plans that He had set.  Moses wouldn’t even be a thought in our heads.

So, friend, I ask you, are you noticing?  Are you seeing the things of God in your life?  If so, here’s the follow up question: are you then responding?  Are you acting upon what you have been seeing?

If not, would you pray this prayer:

“God, open my eyes that I may see You.  Open my ears that I might hear You.  Open my heart that I might love You.  Help me to notice You, Lord, and help me to respond.  Help me be open to You and responsive to You.”  Amen.

~ Pastor Chris

What Are You Feeding? (August 22, 2021)

A little while back I shared a devotional about feeding birds at our house.  In particular, I talked about the joy that a crow brought me whenever it was eating the bread that I had discarded outside.  (In case you never read it or if it isn’t ringing a bell, you are able to access all of the prior devotionals on either church website.  If you don’t have internet access and would like to receive that particular devotional again, let me know and I will mail you a copy.)  Anyway, in that devotional I mentioned my practice of discarding some of our food outside.  

Here’s how it works:  

• Bread that has developed some mold in spots?  Put it out by the field.  The birds will eat it.  I might get to enjoy seeing said birds in the view from our window.
• Chips that have gone stale?  Put them out by the field.  The birds will eat them.  I might get to enjoy seeing said birds in the view from our window.
• Soggy popcorn?  Put it out by the field…..you get the idea.

In general, we try not to waste a lot of food.  However, it happens.  An open bag of chips find their way into the back of the pantry.  A loaf of bread gets partially eaten and forgotten.  Some dinner rolls get hard or rubbery.  Popcorn sits out too long before it is consumed.  Sometimes there are things within our house that are past the point of enjoyment for us to eat.  I wish that weren’t the case, but that is the reality.  When that happens, instead of throwing the food into our trashcan I prefer to throw it outside to let it be enjoyed by an animal or to naturally decompose.  Typically the birds come and peck at the bread, and this gives me an opportunity to do a little bird watching out of our window.  For me, it is a win-win-win out of a less than ideal situation.  The food is out of our house and not filling up our garbage can.  Birds get to eat it.  I get to see the birds.  Everyone wins.

Good plan, right? 

I think so too, but it isn’t foolproof.  It isn’t flawless.  There are some issues.  One issue in particular is the fact that I cannot control what happens to the food once it is laid outside.  I have no real say-so in terms of what gets to enjoy our spoils.  I intend for birds to eat it, but there is no guarantee that will happen.

The other day we popped some popcorn.  It was delicious.  Salty.  Buttery.  We each ate a lot.  The problem?  We popped more than we could eat or try to give away.  Each of us ate popcorn until it was coming out of our ears and then we asked other people if they wanted some.  Still, there was popcorn left.  Popcorn that none of us could eat.  Popcorn that would get soggy and gross pretty quickly.  I knew there was only one thing to do with the leftover popcorn.

Feed it to the birds.

Outside it went.  Into the typical spot that I dump these types of things.  I was curious to see if I might get the chance to see a bird or two enjoying a nicely puffed piece of popcorn.

I didn’t.  Instead, I saw something else.

A big, fat groundhog.

Enjoying the popcorn that was meant for the birds.

Now, some of you might think “Awwww!!!!  How cute!!!!  You got to see Punxsutawney Phil!!!!  You got to witness Phil in his natural habitat.  You must have been so excited to see a groundhog instead of some old ordinary bird!”

Nope.

Not so much.

You see, I know that this particular groundhog is not Punxsutawney Phil.  No man in a top hat will be watching to see if this thing sees its shadow.  Television cameras will not descend to monitor this thing’s behaviors.  No.  Punxsutawney Phil this was not.  It was his distant cousin thrice removed (at least).  This was the far more sinister New Alexandria Ned.

Perhaps you haven’t heard of New Alexandria Ned, but let me tell you…he is a menace.  Big.  Fat.  Intimidating.  He enjoys digging holes underneath your deck.  He might gnaw on your deck posts…just for the thrill of it.  Wires underneath your car?  A favorite afternoon snack of Ned’s.  He burrows in places that you don’t want him to be, and he taunts you.  Incessantly.  “Look at this giant hole that I dug in your yard!  I hope you twist your ankle by stepping in it!  Look at the way that I’m chewing on this wood!  Look at this mess I am making!”  

He even recites pathetic poetry.

    Let me introduce myself

    I’m New Alexandria Ned

    I’m the meanest groundhog around 

    …or so it’s been said

    I’ll dig big ol’ holes

    I can move lots of dirt

    You’ll twist your ankle

    I hope you get hurt

    I’ll chew on your wood

    I’ll crawl under your car

    I might gnaw a wire

    You won’t get very far

    Sure I’m plump

    Some might call me cute

    But don’t be fooled

    I’m a mean old brute

That was him.  Ned.  The groundhog who has taken it upon himself to start to do all kinds of undesirable things around our home.  There he was.  Eating popcorn.  Popcorn that I had discarded.

I thought that I was feeding the birds.

Instead, I was feeding Ned, an animal that I do not wish to flourish (at least not around the house).  

It reminded me of a truth.

We have to be careful what we are feeding.

Perhaps you’ve heard the story of the two wolves, a Cherokee tale that imagines two wolves being within each of us.  (I’ll do a quick paraphrase here just so we are all on the same page.)  One wolf is good.  The other is evil.  One represents love and peace and positive elements.  The other represents hatred and war and negative elements.  In the tale, the wolves battle each other within each of us and are equally matched.  A young boy listening to his grandfather tell the story questions, “Who will win?  Which wolf will come out victorious?  Will good prevail or will evil triumph?”  The grandfather answers, “The one you feed is the one who will win.”  

 

The one you feed is the one who will win.

Now, there are a number of issues that I would take with this story on a theological level.  First, we aren’t equally divided between good and evil.  In fact, the Bible teaches “Everyone has turned away, all have become corrupt;  there is no one who does good, not even one.” (Psalm 53:3)  Second the battle between good and evil is not a battle of equals.  The devil and God are not on the same ground.  Not even close.  “…the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.”  (1 John 4:4)  Third, we are not able to defeat evil within our life by our power, our strength, our abilities.  Victory and triumph come through Jesus.  Jesus alone.  “But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”  (1 Corinthians 15:57)

That said, there is something to be said about what we are “feeding” in our life.  

If we want to grow to be more like Jesus, if we want to get closer to God, if we want to follow after Christ, it makes sense that we would spend time feeding those desires, spend time doing and listening and seeking after the things of God.  It makes sense that we would “feed” that which is good and right and proper within us.  Spending more time in spiritual disciplines, in prayer, in fasting, in worship, in Bible study, in Christian fellowship, in things that “feed”, that strengthen, that encourage the things of Christ would be beneficial.  Conversely, spending time in things that “feed” the things that are not of God would be detrimental.  Time spent in gossip, in slander, in selfish ambition, in lust, in greed, in _____ would be time spent away from our Lord and detrimental to our spiritual health.  

In his letter to the Colossians, Paul says this:

We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

~ Colossians 1:9-14

If we have been freed from the darkness, why do we continue to feed those desires within us that are dark?  Why would we want to continue to do those things that had enslaved us in the past?  Instead, we should seek to feed the goodness of God within us.  We should pray that we would “live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way”.  

Perhaps you have been feeding your tendency to gossip.  Now is the time to turn away from that habit and walk in the light.  Perhaps you have been feeding your tendency to lust.  Now is the time to turn away from that habit and walk in the light.  Perhaps you have been feeding your selfishness, your greed, your pride.  Now is the time to turn away from those habits and walk in the light.

Friends, we need to be mindful and cautious of what we are feeding.  

We may think that some of our habits are just feeding the birds.  In reality?  We might be feeding New Alexandria Ned.  Trust me.  He gets fed enough without our help. 

 

~ Pastor Chris

The Olympics (August 8, 2021)

Have you been watching the Olympics?  

I know.  They’ve come on an odd year.  Something feels off about them being in 2021 and yet they are still called the “2020 Olympic Games.”  It does make it kind of weird to watch them.

I know.  NBC's “prime time” showing of the Olympics often plays events that are pre-recorded.  Because this is the case, there are some people who cannot keep their big yappers shut.  Details are often leaked, even by major news outlets.  The prime time viewing can seem less consequential and dramatic as you already know what happens.  Even right now I know something that will happen this evening, and I am disappointed by such knowledge.

I know.  The Olympics have historically come under criticism for a variety of reasons…for their expense, for their waste (have you ever seen the photos of old Olympic venues deteriorating?), for doping scandals, for a “win at all cost” mentality that can exist, for host nations that have a history of being cruel to their own people, for ________.

I know.  There are lots of reasons to refrain from watching.  Tired of the political nature of so many things.  Tired of the commercialization.  Tired of the scandals.  Tired of the lack of fans in auditoriums.  Tired of hearing the plug for Microsoft Teams and how they are connecting the Olympians and their families (even though this is a good thing that they can connect).  Or being just plain tired and not wanting to stay up late to watch them.  

There are lots of reasons to decide to not watch the Olympics, and I am perfectly fine with your decision if you choose not to watch them ever again.  That decision will likely not be detrimental to your spiritual health.  For me, though, for my family, we are watching, and we are watching a lot.

We’ve watched people flip and twist their bodies in ways that should be impossible during gymnastics competitions.

We’ve watched athletes hit target after target after target in shooting competitions.

We’ve witnessed people imitate Flipper with dolphin kicks that are über impressive.

We’ve seen people run 100 meters in under 10 seconds as if that is no big deal.
We’ve seen people hit shuttlecocks and ping pong balls and tennis balls and volleyballs faster and harder and better than should be humanly possible.

We’ve seen hurdles, high jumps, long jumps.

We’ve witnessed people running and biking long distances as well as short.

We’ve seen people surpass any reasonable expectation of them.

We’ve seen people make mistakes at just the wrong moment.

We’ve seen joy.

We’ve seen pain.

We’ve witnessed compassion and sportsmanship.

We’ve watched the Olympics.  

We’ve enjoyed seeing the competition.  We’ve enjoyed seeing people push themselves beyond normal limits, obtaining medals and world records and incredible achievements.  We’ve enjoyed celebrating the victories and cheering on those who have given their best efforts to their particular sport.  We’ve also enjoyed seeing the sportsmanship, the celebrations of teammates and competitors congratulating one another.  We’ve enjoyed a large part of these Olympic Games, and we plan to continue to enjoy them until this Olympic season is done.

Though that is the case, there are certainly some things that are less than enjoyable.  (Many of which have been listed above.)  There are also instances when we are sad or empathetic or feel disappointment for people.  We have seen the pain of those who trip early in a race, those who stumble, those who fall.  We’ve witnessed the agony of those who are injured or hurt and can no longer compete.  We’ve seen the frustration, the despair, the tears, the heartache.  

Throughout these Olympics, we have seen some good, some bad and everything in between.  Highs and lows.  Joy and despair.  Victory and defeat.  We have seen some remarkable accomplishments as well as some people who fell short of expectations.  A whole gambit of things have been on display, lifetime achievements, personal bests, world records, amazing feats of human ability right alongside of letdowns, agony, and personal despair.  But do you want to know the thing that stood out the most for me?  Do you want to know what keeps bouncing around in my head after watching these Games?

One statement.

Repeated by many of the athletes.

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

An entire life dedicated to one moment, to one Olympic Games, to one medal.  

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

For many who made a statement such as this, it seemed as if the medal around their necks symbolized that their effort, their dedication, the sacrifice was worth it.  It was as if they were saying, “I have worked my whole life for this, and look what I accomplished.  A gold.  A silver.  A bronze.  See!  It was all worth it.” 

But was it?  

Really?

I appreciate the dedication.  I appreciate the accomplishment.  I appreciate the sacrifice, especially when compared with so many who haven’t worked at anything other than being comfortable, but is that really all that there is to strive after for these athletes?  A hunk of medal and some passing fame and recognition?

Records will be broken.  Names will be forgotten.  Medals can be lost or stolen or sold to a pawn shop when times get tough.  New people will step in to compete, to entertain.  The victories will pass.  How will these folks feel in 4 years from now?  8?  12?  48?  Will it be worth it then?

“I worked my whole life for this.” 

And that’s just the victors, those who have achieved a medal, from those that the media bothered to interview.  But what about the ones who had been defeated?  What about that fourth place guy or gal who didn’t make the podium?  Or backing it up a step, what about the ones who didn’t even make the finals?  What about the ones who were eliminated in “pool play” or the early qualifiers?  Hadn’t they worked their whole lives for this as well?  Hadn’t at least some of them dedicated their lives to being the best possible athlete that they could be?  Backing it up even a step further, what about those who didn’t even make the team?  The alternates?  The backups?  Those who had been cut at trials?  Hadn’t some of these people worked their whole lives for this too?  Was it worth it to them?  Was it worth it to the one who fell before they even got started?  Was it worth it to the one who jumped the gun early and got disqualified?  Was it worth it to the one who just missed out on making the team and will have no real shot of making the team the next time around?

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

When you think about it, it’s sad really.  I know that there are other things in life that even the most dedicated of athletes do and experience, but it is still disheartening that people choose to dedicate the vast amount of their lives to one goal:  athletic success.  Sure, they might be the fastest swimmer for a while, but it won’t last.  Someone younger, faster, more gifted will eventually come along.  Sure, they might have the medal now and feel the euphoria of an Olympic victory (something that I will never taste), but that moment will be fleeting.  Even the most successful American male swimmer of these Games is only taking three weeks off before he’s back in the pool to start training once more, dedicating his life that he might reach that pinnacle once again.

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

 

This leads me to my question:

What are you working your whole life for?

Success?  Comfort?  Family?  Friends?  Has it been money?  Power?  Business prowess?  Are you working toward anything at all, or are you just drifting by, hoping to make it through another day?

Paul says this:

For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.

~ 1 Timothy 4:8

My hope?  That when asked that question, I would respond, “I am working my whole life for the kingdom of God.”  Whether I’m exercising or resting, whether I’m talking or being quiet, whether I’m watching the Olympics or competing in backyard badminton, my hope is that through each and every aspect of my life that I am working for the kingdom of God, that I am dedicated to the kingdom of God, that I am committed and sacrificing to the kingdom of God.  Put into action or set aside, on the playing field or in the stands, called up to the high dive or not even invited to the pool, I hope that in all of my life that I am dedicated to Jesus and to his kingdom, that I am being trained up in godliness which holds value for this life and for the life to come.

After all, Jesus says, 

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

~ Matthew 6:19-20

“I have worked my whole life for this.”

What about you?

 

~ Pastor Chris

That Room (August 1, 2021)

Do you have one of those rooms in your house?

You know.  

That room.

The one that you would rather not include on a house tour.  The one that you’d maybe just like to forget about all together.  

Ok.  Maybe it isn’t a whole entire room (or maybe it’s a few rooms), but it might be a closet or something considered as “storage space”…an attic, a basement, a side of your garage.  

Do you have a place in your house that is messy, dirty, cluttered, and otherwise fairly embarrassing?  A place that you just kind of throw things that have no other home?  A place that you would rather not look at yourself, let alone show others?

If you’re like me, the answer to that type of question is “Yes.  Yes, I do.  In fact there are a few places like that.”

You may have the best intentions to be neat.  You may have plans to organize and re-arrange, but still there are some places that just don’t get the attention that they need, some rooms that are a mess and have stayed that way for a number of years.  I have these spaces in our house.  Trust me.  I’m working on it.

One such room is what we refer to as the utility room.  It’s not huge.  Large enough to hold the furnace, hot water tank, a stackable washer/dryer, and some “storage” space that is underneath the steps.  Maybe it should be called a large utility closet.  I don’t know.  Regardless, it’s kind of an awkward space.  There’s barely enough room to walk between the hot water tank & the furnace.  Plus, once you are through that narrow gap, you are under the steps.  Obviously that is a space that is challenging.  Funny angles, tight quarters.  In addition to all of this, the room is not really “finished.”  There is no real ceiling and there are pipes, gas lines, and wires traveling throughout.  For an added bonus, house spiders seem to like it as there are plenty of places for them to sling their webs.  Oh yeah, it also holds the distinct advantage of being a little extra dirty than the rest of the house.  Anything you put in there is bound to eventually be covered in dirt and dust.  The stairs have little seams/gaps between the treads and risers.  Dirt seems to be consistently showering through those seams.  Sounds pretty great, right?  I think so too.  

All in all, this is not a place that I enjoy visiting.  Typically, I use the front part of the room, where the laundry is located, and I leave the rest of the space relatively untouched.  Items that are in that space are generally the type that I will not need consistently (most are likely not needed at all).  Spiders can do their thing.  The dirt can fall.  The stuff can sit there all messy.  I’m content to go in, help with the laundry, and go out, shutting the door behind me.  Forgetting all about it.  Not worrying about that space in the least.  Hoping not to return for a long, long time.  The room has managed to stay in the background, largely ignored, largely avoided.

The other day that all changed.  

Silas and I were on vacation traveling to Ohio & Michigan leaving Christa to have some nice time alone in the house.  The problem?  She wasn’t alone.  One of my declared enemies (at least inside my home) had breached the blockades.  Mice entered.  They struck while I was away.  They began to invade and try to take over our living space while we were gone.  The nerve.  We had to call in whatever reinforcements we could.  Christa’s dad entered the picture, but then he had to leave.  Her mom heard the battle cry and came in to fight.  Her sister was enlisted.  All hands were on deck.  Anyone who was home and available was drafted into the Great Mouse War of 2021. 

As if it weren’t miserable enough to have mice in the house and to have the family involved in the fight while I was out of town, but to add a little salt to the wound, guess where they decided to set up their base camp?  Guess where they chose to center their operations?

That’s right.  The utility room.  That space that I would rather people never see.  Ever.  The mice chose the utility room as the perfect spot to attack.  The darkness was ideal for their cover.  There were plenty of little hiding places.  Cardboard and other materials were around for the building of their barracks.  Yes, the utility room was the perfect spot for the mice to set up shop.  So, they did.

As the days passed, the battle raged.  The mice started to make themselves comfortable in other rooms.  The bathroom.  The living room.  The TV room.  Scurrying out from the utility room, the mice were trying to take over the entire house.  The family put up a good fight, but with only a small degree of success.  The mice were just too engrained into the utility room, too comfortable in their base.  Something needed done.  The utility room needed addressed.

Fortunately, my brother-in-law returned home from the same festival that Silas and I had been attending (we stayed out-of-town longer to see family).  He was willing to face the utility room head on.

Trust me.  He was not happy.

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SPIDER WEBS!?!?!   THIS PLACE IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!!  NO WONDER MICE LIKE IT IN HERE!!!!!!”

He wasn’t wrong.

I was just hoping that nobody would ever see or experience that mess besides me.  

I was hoping that I could keep that little room a secret.  Hidden away.  Nobody ever needed to know what was going on in that space.

Eventually, it didn’t work.

It never does.

For my good, for the benefit of my house, for the benefit of our family, my brother-in-law and my nephew braved the utility room to battle the mice.  Though they didn’t get them all, they did succeed in removing their bases and taking care of some.  I’m thankful for that.

We all have places like that, don’t we?  Places that we try to hide.  Places that we ignore.  Places that we hope that nobody will ever see.  Ever. 

I’m not just talking about utility rooms either.  I’m talking about places within our minds, places within our hearts, places within our spirits.  We have had times when we have been hurt, times when we have been disappointed.  We have had times when we have fallen short, where we have engaged in behaviors that we are not proud of doing.  We have had times when we we’ve entertained thoughts that are not helpful or holy, where we’ve desired or yearned for things that we were never meant to have.  We have places that are dark, that are dirty, that are dusty, and what have we done?  We’ve shoved them under the steps in the utility room.  We’ve hidden them away, allowing the spiders to build their webs, the dirt and the dust to settle, the mildew to build.  We’ve tried to pretend as if these areas don’t exist, and we never, ever let anyone under any circumstance into these areas.

The problem?

Eventually if these things within our lives are not dealt with appropriately, mice will enter the picture.  Enemies will take up residence in those hidden spots.  Not only that, they will be so comfortable there that they will attempt to take over the other areas of our homes as well.  Sooner or later little mice will be seen in places that are otherwise neat and tidy.  Lapses of judgment.  Compromises of character.  Words that don’t match our beliefs.  Thoughts and patterns begin to shift out of control until we just can’t hide it anymore.  If these mice escapades are not dealt with appropriately, larger and large problems will surface until the mice are running the whole joint.  (Sometimes we see people publicly fall into sin with a big, outward behavior, but I imagine that there were previous issues/problems that happened beforehand that were not sufficiently addressed.  Inner pain that needed healing.  Small lapses that needed handled.  Other indicators that needed attention as they arose.)  Problems will eventually come to the light.  They always do.  (Feel free to read Luke 8:17 or Luke 12:2-3 to see what Jesus says about the subject.)

Yesterday I cleaned out our utility room.  

The mice in the house combined with my brother-in-law’s experience showed me that it was well past time.  I did what needed done.  I cleaned the utility room.

I entered with a shop vac and began to sweep away the spiderwebs.  I cleared out the stuff, piece by piece, items that I hadn’t seen in years upon years.  Some went into a bag for donation.  Some went into a bag for the trash.  A few things were allowed back into storage.  I took a bucket and soap and washed things off, dusting the things that needed dusted.  Short of moving the furnace, hot water tank, and washer/dryer, I emptied that place out. 

 

Including the dead mouse.

I knew that smell was coming from somewhere.

I had let the utility room get to a place of embarrassment as well as a place that was a safe haven for mice, a place of refuge for them, a home.  From that point, they sought to do the same with the rest of our home.  No thank you.  I knew what needed done.  A reset.  A complete and thorough cleansing.  Emptying out all of the stuff that I no longer needed and allowing only that which was good/necessary/helpful back inside.

How about you?

Do you have places that need cleansing?  Cobwebs that need swept?  Areas that require confession?  Embarrassing spots that need brought out into the light so that they might be healed?

I encourage you…don’t let those places go too long.  Don’t let them be built up into a safe haven for our enemy (see Ephesians 6:12).  Don’t let the mice feel comfortable enough there that they start to move into other areas.  Now is the time to act!  Now is the time to heal!  Now is the time to move!  Now is the time to clean out the utility rooms of our soul!

Yes, it might be hard.  Yes, it might involve going before another believer and baring your soul.  Yes, they might even say “What is the deal with all of these spiderwebs?”  But trust me, the opposite is far, far, far, far worse.

Take this advice from James:

Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.

~James 5:16

Try this sometime.  You might find that bringing your problems to light in the hands of a committed follower of Jesus is the very thing that sets you free.

Friend, it’s time.  Take care of that room in your life.  Trust me.  You will be happy that you did.

~ Pastor Chris

Find the Hose (July 18, 2021)

         Recently my niece turned 16.  And upon turning 16, her parents threw her a huge party filled with games, fun, food, and competition.  Competition?  Yep, competition.  Tons of competitive games.  Being an avid lover of competition, I threw myself fully into every game.  It was the best 16th birthday party ever!

One of the games was called “Find the Hose.”  I’ve never played the game before, but soon found myself a huge fan.  Let me explain the game, because I assume you have probably never heard of it either (other than the times where you really couldn’t find your garden hose and spent hours searching your shed or garage).

So, here’s how the game worked…

“Find the Hose” involved teams lining up on either side of the yard.  Each team member was assigned a number that matched with another player on the opposite team.  Let’s say you are number 9, so there would be another number 9 on the other team who would be your matched opponent.  After the numbers were assigned, the host of the game would place the garden hose randomly in the space between the two teams and scream a number.  

“9!”

The two number nines would run out of line and try to find the hose.  Hence the name, “Find the Hose.”  A winner was only declared once someone located the hose and sprayed water at the opponent!  Sounds easy, right?  Just wait until your number is called, get the hose, and spray your opponent.  Pretty simple.

There was just one catch:  you are blindfolded.  The whole time you are trying to find the hose you can’t see a thing!  

The only help you have (besides crawling desperately on the ground and grasping pieces of grass hoping it is a garden hose) is your teammates.  Once a number was called, the rest of the players were allowed to remove their blindfolds and try to talk you through the steps of finding the hose.  

Well, “talk” is a mild word.  Players from both sides are SCREAMING at you to turn left, turn right, go straight, go back.  And you don’t know who is talking to who, if your teammates are telling you to turn left or if it is your opponent’s teammates telling them to turn left.  It is completely chaotic!  

But almost every single time my niece’s number was called, she won.  She always found the hose first and sprayed her opponent for the declared win.    

How?  

First, let me tell you that it was not a situation like that of Pastor Chris’s opponent.  He was assigned a number that happened to match up with a little seven year old boy.  The boy decided that the only way he would have a chance up against big, tall, Pastor Chris was to just not use his blindfold.  Genius, right?  He came to the conclusion that he could easily find the hose as long as he could see.  So, when Chris’s  number was called, the little boy would lift off his blindfold and simply go straight to the hose and proceed to spray Chris right in the face.  Chris never won once and never even had a chance!  

So, if my niece used her blindfold appropriately, why was she able to find the hose so easily?  Was it because we let the birthday girl win each time?  

Nope.

She won because she listened to one voice on her team.  Her aunt’s voice… my voice.  Voices were coming at her from all directions, but she zeroed in on the voice she was most familiar with out of anyone else’s on her team.  She tuned out every other voice and focused in on my voice and allowed that voice to direct her straight to the hose.   She found the hose first more than any other player (besides the little seven year old boy).

Even though a lot of you have never played “Find the Hose,”  you actually play it more than you know.  Every day, in fact.  In our spiritual life we are always trying to locate the “hose”… God’s will, the right thing to do, the purpose for our lives, etc., and we have voices screaming at us from all directions.  When playing the game  “Find the Hose”, there were a number of voices you could choose to listen to, and those same voices are true for us as we walk our faith journey.  

One of those voices was from the opponent. 

If my niece would have listened to the other team screaming “Turn left!” when she was actually supposed to turn right, she would have been going in the opposite direction.  She would have surely lost and had the consequence of getting sprayed with cold water. Likewise, our enemy is always trying to take us down the wrong path. When we listen to our enemy we are headed in the opposite direction that will only result in loss and consequences.  

Another voice(es) is the clamor of others.  

Yes, sometimes other people can shine wisdom in our situations and can be extremely helpful.  In fact, God calls us to be in relationship with others and share our burdens with them.  But sometimes there are so many voices all around us telling us different things that we can’t tell what is up and what is down.  Listening to everyone while trying to find the hose was extremely overwhelming.  Even if they all knew where the hose was, they didn’t all direct you the same way.  Sometimes you heard, “Go back” because the hose was behind you.  But it was also to your right.  And so at the same time you were hearing “go back”, you were also hearing “turn right” which only resulted in more confusion.  

Another voice comes from ourselves.  

We think we know where to go.  We don’t care what anyone else is saying.  Sometimes we have an easier time trusting in ourselves than in others.  Sometimes we are right.  Other times we are blinded and only think we know best. While searching for the nozzle of the hose to spray your opponent, you could find a part of the long hose and think you made it and were about to win.  The problem was when you started making your way to the wrong end of the hose and not toward the nozzle!  Sometimes we think we know the way, but we are actually just headed the wrong way.  

My niece did not dominate this game because she listened to the opponent, or to the clamor of others, or even herself.  

She won because she listened to one voice.  

That’s how we win too…we listen to that One Voice.  

The Lord’s voice. 

Isaiah says it perfectly,

And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. 

-Isaiah 30:21 ESV

Isaiah’s words offered direction to the children of Israel as they struggled with sin and idolatry.  The Israelites had “voices” all around them trying to lead them astray from the laws of God.  Before this verse, Isaiah told the Israelites to cry to God for help and promised them that God would hear them and answer them.  

If my niece needed more directions or better directions, she would tell me.  She would ask for my help, and I answered.  Believe me, I was not silent!  I wanted her to hear me.  

God wants you to hear Him too.  

You might say, “But I can’t.  He doesn’t talk to me.  He’s completely silent.”  

But, is He really?  

Have you turned to Him?  Have you sought Him?  Have you cried out to Him, and asked to hear Him?  More importantly, are you familiar with His voice?  Would you even know it was Him who was talking to you?

One reason why my niece chose to listen to me was because she knew me.  She spent more time with me than anyone else on her team.  She recognized my voice, and knew my voice the best.  She never had to question if I was on her team or the opponent’s team, because she knew my voice well.    

Do you recognize His voice?

  My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.

-John 10:27 ESV

The only way to be familiar with God’s voice is by spending time with Him…which involves praying and reading His word.  That way when you need to know what is right, you will recognize what is right and true because you are now familiar with what contradicts His Word. 

You will recognize His voice because you have spent time with Him and have begun understanding how He talks to you…either through the Bible, in your prayer time, listening to sermons, through His creation, etc.  

You will know your Shepherd so well that you can hear Him and follow Him because you know Him not just in a head knowledge kind of way, but in an intimate and deep way.  You will know His voice the best and never have to question that He is on your team.  

Do you know Him that way?   

My niece knew that I not just existed, that I wasn’t just there as a random voice, but she knew she could trust me.  She knew I would not lead her astray.  She knew that I wanted her to win, I wanted her to succeed, I wanted what was best for her.  Because I loved her.

We must trust Jesus.  Trust that He will never lead you astray.  He wants you to win, He wants you to succeed, He wants what is best for you.  He loves you.  

What voice are you listening to?  The opponent’s?  The confusing mix of many?  Yourself?  

Or are you listening to the One who will always lead you in the right direction?

Sometimes you will feel like you are blindfolded and have no idea where to go.  Life does not always allow us to lift up the blindfold like a seven year old and head straight for the win.  Sometimes finding the hose is difficult.  The voices surrounding you might be loud and overwhelming.  But never forget that there is a voice behind you saying, 

“This is the way.  Walk in it.” 

So, go find that hose.  More importantly, find that Voice.  Hear that Voice.  Follow that Voice.  

If you don’t… watch out!  There might be a stream of water coming straight for your face.  

-Christa Morris